[Intro]
Saw a blind man walking his dog today
His dog was blind too and neither of them knew
He had a cane to walk
And they reminded me of you
[Verse]
Fuck the world for profit
Porn in the Oval Office
Get em off my dick
Bust a nut in her lips
And she spit out my kids
She can’t be my baby mama
Smoke my marijuana
Don’t believe in karma
Ya
Deepthroat a katana
All your shit is drawn up
Homie you look played out
Won’t slide on the playground
She gone succeed
If that miss fuck with me
Ya and she got beef
Where we wanna chop it up
Imma get em off my nuts
Imma keep it in my lungs
They won’t tell me keep it up
But I got new shit im the cut
Twist this weed Untwist my gut
"Oh you rap too?"
Hahah bad mood
Sometimes it’s like that
But now I’m that dude
Ohhh
I get distracted
I’m burning looking past it
I just been obsessed
Got this itch
In my neck
Ugh
Hitting on this Lucy stick
See how wet her Coochie get
Shorty want me to watch her masturbate to Anne Hathaway
Then join in half way
Fuck your problems I don’t wanna hear it
Fuck that little shit
Fuck your spirit
Ugh
Brodie fuck the wheel don’t steer it
Tell me drugs won’t cure it?
Wait
Change
Did you buy those off the ad?
Would you like it if you hadn’t heard that twitter liked it first?
Ugh
Would you take a bite if I had taste in the curb?
Crash and burn
In this herb
Ya
Dust off the germs
[Hook]
Aye you got Bands piling up
If you say so
Hey you got jams in the trunk
If you say so
Aye that’s your mans in the cut
If you say so
Why ain’t your plan standing up
No hate though
Aye you got Bands piling up
If you say so
Hey you got jams in the trunk
If you say so
Aye that’s your mans in the cut
If you say so
Why ain’t your plan standing up
No hate though
[Outro]
Oooooh
Baby I can’t sleep
I breathe this weed
Keep them out my dreams
My chest feel weak
But I feel so free
And she prolly gone flee
Like this feeling run from me
Baby I can’t sleep
I breathe this weed
Keep them out my dreams
My chest feel weak
But I feel so free
And [cut] prolly gone flee
Like this feeling run from me
I duke it out because I’m stupid
Young Stanley Kubrick
Saw a blind man walking his dog today
His dog was blind too and neither of them knew
He had a cane to walk
And they reminded me of you
[Verse]
Fuck the world for profit
Porn in the Oval Office
Get em off my dick
Bust a nut in her lips
And she spit out my kids
She can’t be my baby mama
Smoke my marijuana
Don’t believe in karma
Ya
Deepthroat a katana
All your shit is drawn up
Homie you look played out
Won’t slide on the playground
She gone succeed
If that miss fuck with me
Ya and she got beef
Where we wanna chop it up
Imma get em off my nuts
Imma keep it in my lungs
They won’t tell me keep it up
But I got new shit im the cut
Twist this weed Untwist my gut
"Oh you rap too?"
Hahah bad mood
Sometimes it’s like that
But now I’m that dude
Ohhh
I get distracted
I’m burning looking past it
I just been obsessed
Got this itch
In my neck
Ugh
Hitting on this Lucy stick
See how wet her Coochie get
Shorty want me to watch her masturbate to Anne Hathaway
Then join in half way
Fuck your problems I don’t wanna hear it
Fuck that little shit
Fuck your spirit
Ugh
Brodie fuck the wheel don’t steer it
Tell me drugs won’t cure it?
Wait
Change
Did you buy those off the ad?
Would you like it if you hadn’t heard that twitter liked it first?
Ugh
Would you take a bite if I had taste in the curb?
Crash and burn
In this herb
Ya
Dust off the germs
[Hook]
Aye you got Bands piling up
If you say so
Hey you got jams in the trunk
If you say so
Aye that’s your mans in the cut
If you say so
Why ain’t your plan standing up
No hate though
Aye you got Bands piling up
If you say so
Hey you got jams in the trunk
If you say so
Aye that’s your mans in the cut
If you say so
Why ain’t your plan standing up
No hate though
[Outro]
Oooooh
Baby I can’t sleep
I breathe this weed
Keep them out my dreams
My chest feel weak
But I feel so free
And she prolly gone flee
Like this feeling run from me
Baby I can’t sleep
I breathe this weed
Keep them out my dreams
My chest feel weak
But I feel so free
And [cut] prolly gone flee
Like this feeling run from me
I duke it out because I’m stupid
Young Stanley Kubrick
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